The shock wave caused by September 11th would not have been so great if the media had not covered the live event. Indeed, the sight of the towers hammered by airliners, people jumping from the burning towers followed by the collapse of the towers, burying their occupants and the people who had come to rescue them, marked our minds indelibly, participating thus creating a new contemporary myth.

What is paradoxical, is that all the consequences and reactions engendered by this event, even today, are covered continuously by the media in almost real time, through the breaking news channels and the Web.

The images of terror, violence, war and executions massively relayed by the media and perceived via our screens in the coldness of the night that fell on the world have marked us since then.

The body, the permeable border between our inner being and the outside world, is also the support of the tensions that affect us, the revealer of our inner states. It is also a support for projection, a sensitive surface, sensitized by these flows of images that we perceive as so many sensitive points of our contemporary history. The perverse effect of this continuous flow of sensitive images is that it creates an effect of conditioning, an impoverishment of our sensitivity and our consciousness, but what about our unconscious?

The translation of this dilemma passes through images of the back, which is a space of projection/reflection and the medium of a relation in a space of identity and otherness.

The fact that this uninterrupted flow of images in which the human is absent, the face of the other is non visible, is translated into our unconscious by suffering, an imbalance, a disconnection of ourselves.

What are the consequences of the violence of the visual spectrum that surrounds us? What are the consequences of its capture?

Believing in the universal power of images that can permeate our beliefs, shaping and reshaping our vision of the world, our relationships with others, are we not impotently witnessing the metamorphosis of our identities?